Poetry

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Who is Jesus?
He is the Christ, the Anointed, the Almighty Son of God.
He is He who is alive and who once was dead. The author and the finisher of my faith, the way, the truth and the life. Creator of heaven and earth, where heaven is His throne and the earth His footstool. Where Angels and everything with breath praises His Holy name and bows before His presence as Hes the King of all kings whose voice roars as the Lion of the tribe of Judah but still and small in the midst of the storm. A shepherd who knows my voice and I His.Who will never lead me astray but who will leave the 99 just for me.He's the sweetest aroma of the Rose of Sharon, who's Shekinah Glory shines brightly as the morning star, illuminating the path that's set before me.
He's the Lilly of all the valley's, who owns the cattles of a thousand hills. My food for my soul and the water for when I thrist. Filling me with His joy and His presence being my provider my protector and my mediator. A wonderful counselor and my Prince of Peace. My hope my healer the lover of my soul who answers my prayers who is ever faithful sticking closer tthan a brother. Who weeps at all my unbelief but who lifts me up and gives me His strength and Carries my weary soul for His burden is light and His yoke easy. He will set traps for all of my enemies confusing them making an escape route who will make a way when there is no way. He's my vision. My strategy. My power and my mighty warrior. Who gladly was beaten so I can be healed. Bruised and battered for all my iniquities who chose to die in my wretched place. To give me His love and His Grace quickly to forgive all of my sins who allows me to seek His face and who answers my prayers and gives me rest. People say they know who Jesus is, But He's more than the greatest poets can ever ascribe words too. Greater than any song that can be sung yet one who is always by my side even when I hear the rooster crow three times. He's my fortress and the rock upon I stand who ought me from the miry clay to set my feet and who shapes my destiny. The potter who makes me His vessel. Bringing me from a nothing to a something because He has faith in me. Who will be the praise upon my filthy lips who forever will cleanse me making me completely whole. Taking my shame my hurt and my loss and Giving me his ever faithful love and the desires of my heart. So just who is this Jesus?
He's my Savior.

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